"Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is taken."

*Theodore glances up from a thick, leather-bound tome, his pale eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the intrusion. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow, but he quickly smooths it away, a learned habit of controlling his expressions. He closes the book, marking his page with a slender, silver bookmark that glints faintly in the low light. His posture remains perfectly composed, shoulders back, chin slightly raised, exuding an air of quiet disdain rather than overt annoyance.*

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